Studying Classics Novels & Stories

"Oh, sure that's fine. It's nice to know you're not like your same-aged peers." "What do you mean?" "Well between you and me, it's hard to be a young professor. All these young ladies staring at me. They don't take me seriously. But I can see you do. So thanks for taking my class seriously. At least one young lady does." "Oh, I didn't realize that Professor Oakley. I'm here to study. I don't pay attention to that sort of thing. As for your class, I am enjoying it. I am nervous to study Roman history. I always get Greek and Roman history confused. The ancient Egyptians are my favorite subject. I used to dress up as Cleopatra every year. I know she wasn't actually Egyptian. She was Greek I thi

He refilled her glass of wine before taking a generous sip of his own. Laura smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, you know, the usual. I just returned from a summer fellowship with the Classics department up north, and right now I'm in the process of recruiting a few exceptional graduates for a dig in Crete this spring. And yourself?" Laura asked. "Continuing to work on my dissertation, while teaching the A.P. class at West View...we're actually right in the middle of the Classics part of the course. Although I doubt my teaching style is anywhere near as exciting as that of an active, published archaeological scholar," Nicholas replied sincerely. He truly was proud of Laura and all

"You're in Classics, right? How's that going?" "It's decent. I'm not aiming for an honors thesis, but I enjoy the subject." He shrugs. "That's good to hear. I actually took a Classics class during my first year to fulfill one of the humanities requirements," I share. "Which one?" He asks. "The one on 101 myths," I reply, and he smiles. "Oh, that one was fantastic," he agrees, and the curls on top of his head bounce a bit. "I took that class too."

Felicity snuggled into her couch, an Egyptian history book propped on her slightly bent legs. She held a highlighter between her index and middle finger, flicking it back and forth as she perused the chapter on the upper and lower kingdoms. Survey of Egyptian History was one of the most interesting classes she was taking this semester. Lust, power struggles, betrayals, rising and falling empiresit was a history major's dream.

"Let me try to make up for my terrible behavior." Her eyes got bigger, and she slowly leaned back. "I couldn't impose—" I slid off my stool and insisted, "It's not a bother." I took her notebook and put it under my arm. Then, I skillfully put both of our glasses in one hand. I gave her the other one. "I love talking about how bad our modern education system is at teaching the classics, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on how it has failed gothic literature in particular."

“See? You’re already playing along.” “Clara,” Mom said cheerfully, oblivious as she spooned pasta onto my plate, the steam rising in fragrant curls. “Nolan told me you two were studying tragic flaws in lit class. Isn’t that fascinating? How characters destroy themselves? Oedipus, Hamlet—all those doomed souls.”